The exceeding brightness of this early sun Makes me conceive how dark I have become. - Wallace Stevens

Begin, ephebe, by perceiving the idea Of this invention, this invented world, The inconceivable idea of the sun. You must become an ignorant man again And see the sun again with an ignorant eye And see it clearly in the idea of it. Never suppose an inventing mind as source Of this idea nor for that mind compose A voluminous master folded in his fire.

"They said"You have a blue guitar
You do not play things as they are".
The man replied,"things as they are
Are changed upon the blue guitar"."

From this the poem springs: that we live in a place
That is not our own and, much more, not ourselves
And hard it is in spite of blazoned days.